5 Years Is Nothing.. --Harry Styles Fanfiction--

Chapter Six- Can I trust you?

My body rolled over my face now facing the ceiling. I slowly opened my eyes. Unsure of where I was. My back ached as I sat up. I blinked a few times trying to wake up. I was in my room. I must've fallen asleep by the door last night. Great. I'm in so much trouble.

I went slowly down the creaking steps. I checked my phone. 9:30a.m. I peered around the corner of the kitchen. My brother's back was to me as he rummaged through the fridge. He was speaking. "Do you want something to drink? Can I make you something, dude?" Was he talking to me? Since when did he care about what I wanted? Another voice chimed in. "I'm alright. Thanks though." The second voice was raspy. And not from here. Jeremy kicked the fridge shut with his bare foot. Turning towards me. "Oh hey! You're up Al-" My eyes widened. I stopped him. And motioned him towards me. He looked towards the source of the second voice. And I now knew for a fact it was Harry. "Hold on. Sorry." He sauntered over into the living room where I was standing.

"Jeremy, why is he in there?" I harshly whispered through my gritted teeth.

"He came by about an hour ago asking for you. I told him you weren't here but he knew I was lying. He freaked me out a bit. He's strange." He looked at me with his brown eyes that were so similar to mine.

"Ali, I found you sleeping by the front door. Are you going to tell me about that? I exhaled heavily and pinched the bridge of my nose. "No.. It's really not something you'd want to hear about. Go upstairs. I'll get rid of him." Jeremy disappeared up the steps and I was left alone with this heartbreaking monster. My bare feet pounded against the nearly freezing cold tile floor.

"You need to leave." My eyes watched his back move up and down under his tshirt as he laughed.

He made no eye contact with me. He stared ahead but he spoke back to me.

"I'd rather stay here with you."

"Harry I'm serious. I'll call the police if you don't go." He stood up sending the kitchen stool behind him. He faced me just so he could feel big. He towered over me.

"I thought you wanted me."

"Yeah. But then I realized.. If you actually ever cared at all you wouldn't have freaked out when I told you I was fourteen. And why are you talking like that. You wanted to be friends."

"Damnit, Ali. When I was with that girl last night I kept thinking about what a fucking mistake it was.."

"Oh I don't know about that.. That blondie I caught you with seemed pretty promising. The door's this way."  I pushed him forcefully towards the door. But once he started walking he stopped again.

"She was nothing."

"Save it, Harry. I honestly want nothing to do with you."

"We both know that's not true at all, love."

He just unlocked everything I've been holding inside. It was no longer in my head. The words began pouring out before I could stop them.

"You know what, Harry? I cried over you before I even knew you. And when we met and you kissed me, I felt special. I had my doubts about you after that. But you came back and you saved me. And then once I told you the truth, you left me. Just like I thought you would. And then you slept with other girls like I never exsisted. You don't understand how that makes me feel. Especially because I care about you so damn much. I never wanted to tell you that because I've just feared getting hurt. But that's life I guess. And I just have to get over it. And so do you. I think we're done here." His eyes searched mine for something more. But that was it. I had nothing more to say. That was it. I made my point. I made it very clear to him. Now I could move on. And he could live his life.

"Now just go. I have to get dressed and my Parents will be back soon." I tried to leave him with dignity. It took so much to not let him see me hurting.

As I finally had my back turned and I tried to go back upstairs. A strong familiar hand grabbed me by surprise tearing me off the railing. My feet met with the ground and Harry looked right at me. Studying my every move. Trying to figure out what I was going to do next. What I was thinking. He took small steps that brought him closer to me. I smelled his sweet cologne that made me weak. I backed away as he got closer. Eventually I backed up into the bookshelf against the wall. Knocking everything over. I winced and shuttered at the sound of everything hitting the wood floor.

"Harry, please. G-go." His lips curled upward into a smile. His fingers delicately played with my messed hair. Making me shiver. His warm body up against mine. The heat was radiating off of him. My eyes fluttered shut.

"I mean it. I can't do this. And you can't either. Remember? It's illegal. You said so yourself, Harry." My hands shoved at his toned, warm chest keeping him away. Anger and frustration took over his face. He instantly came back at me. Even closer to me than before. I felt tiny and usless around him.

"I'm not perfect, Ali. But I swear. I'm perfect for you."

"How do I know that, Harry?"

"I can prove it to you."  I rolled my eyes and exhaled. I couldn't give in.

My feet carried me to the steps. Leaving him standing there. Still in the position he had been in when my body was right infront of his. He came closer. A good 4 feet away from me. My eyes studied him. His white v-neck covering his toned torso. The long denim jeans he wore covered his legs. It all just suited him. The veins in his neck were visible. His lips pursed. He gulped nervously. I watched his adam's apple slide.His tounge glided along his lips as his shut his eyes tightly as he gave this some thought.

"Go out with me tonight, Ali."

"Harry, I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Because.. I don't know if I can trust you."

I shifted on my bare feet. My arms crossing.

"And if you think about it, I barely know you. I can't go through with this.. I'm sorry. Harry. I hope that you can forget about this eventua-"

"Stop it. Don't say that. You're right. You don't know me. And I don't know you.. Just please, go out with me. One night."  For once, Harry didn't look so rough. He looked desperate. He really wanted me to go through with this. His hands were stuffed in his pockets.

I didn't want to do this. But at the same time, I really did.

"Okay, fine. But just tonight."

"I'll pick you up at 7." He winked at me and held a sly grin across his lips.

What am I getting myself into??

A/N: Alright, next chapter?? It'll be their date. I'm pretty excited to write it. Hahaha. THANK YOU FOR THE VOTES AND SUCH. And the sweet comments. Y'all are too kind.